The divine beast recognized its master, and the dragon girl, destined to kill him, went to the spiri

As dusk fell, Ye Wanqing stood on the highest peak in Longling Valley. The breeze blew her plain skirt up, making it flutter like a butterfly about to flap its wings.

Behind her was the setting sun, dyeing the sky into a brocade of molten gold and crimson, but her thoughts gradually drifted away.

Although she woke up, the people of the Cangkong Continent who were melted into medicine men, as well as her grandfather, uncle, and fellow apprentice were still missing.

Every time she thought she was strong enough, reality would pour a bucket of cold water on her, and this kind of confusion seemed to be increasing.

She didn't know whether everything she was experiencing now was intentional by her master or was destined by her own identity.

She knew that she was actually a failure and she was really tired.

Suddenly, a glass of sake appeared in front of Ye Wanqing, and as far as her eyes could see, she saw that always warm smile.

"Wan'er, this is the wine I brewed myself. You're not fully recovered yet, so drinking this wine can nourish your blood."

The wine brewed by Huai Jin himself contains dozens of different divine herbs. It tastes wonderful, but it is also nourishing to the body.

Ye Wanqing took it, took a sip, but her eyes were looking at the setting sun in the distance. She gradually became a little dazed, and the memories in her mind kept drifting away, returning to the carefree state at the beginning.

"Brother, are father and mother okay?"

Huai Jin placed his slender, fair hand on Ye Wanqing's shoulder. "They're very good, but... Wan'er, don't blame them. Father and Mother Goddesses love you very much. They both had their difficulties back then. You know, if they could help it, Father and Mother Goddesses would never..."

Seeing the tears suddenly sliding down the corners of Ye Wanqing's eyes, Huai Jin felt tears welling up in his eyes and he was speechless for a moment, choking with sobs.

long silence.

Just when Huai Jin thought Ye Wanqing would not respond, a cold and lonely voice sounded.

"I know, I'm just... a little tired."

Forget it, I don’t blame you anymore.

"Little sister!"

A sudden voice interrupted the two of them.

Jing Heng cut through space and was in front of Ye Wanqing the next moment, hugging her. "Little sister, I'm glad you're awake."

A familiar breath, the same as before.

Ye Wanqing came back to her senses and hugged him back, "Brother."

In the end, the magical medicine and medicine soul grass that Jing Heng brought were melted into pills and fed to Yu Ye Wanqing to restore her body which had not yet fully recovered.

"Mother!"

Not far away, a childish little boy struggled to break free from the man's arms and staggered towards Ye Wanqing.

Looking at Yu Bao, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, Ye Wanqing's heart melted and she immediately pulled him into her arms.

"Good boy Yubao."

Jing Heng and Huai Jin on the side were a little stunned, their eyes moving between Yu Bao and the man not far away. They looked at each other and saw the scrutiny in each other's eyes.

That man, the Lord of the Demon Realm, is and yet is not.

I don’t know if my younger sister knows this.

"Has mother forgotten Yubao? Why haven't you come to see Yubao for so long? Father and aunt are the same. In this huge magic palace, there are only Yubao and the maids and aunts. Mother, Yubao misses you~"

Ye Wanqing held the little boy tightly in her arms and gently stroked his slightly messy black hair, with unconcealable tenderness in her eyes.

"How could that be? Mother misses Yubao so much, but Mother has so many things to do. Yubao, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yubao placed his small hand over the corner of Ye Wanqing's mouth, and embraced her with an extra warmth. "It's okay, I know everything, Mother. Yubao just missed you so much this time that I pestered Daddy to come find you."

What Yubao didn't say was that he actually had a dream. It was a very scary dream. He dreamed of his father and mother, but he couldn't say it. He was just scared and wanted to be with his father and mother.

Ye Wanqing looked through Yu Bao at Di Siheng behind him. Suddenly, she sensed something and her brows furrowed slightly, but in just a moment, she returned to normal.

She turned around and looked at Jing Heng and Huai Jin, who were slightly stunned. "Brother, this is my child. Can you take him away first?"

As if he understood the meaning in Ye Wanqing's eyes, Huai Jin nodded slightly and took Yu Bao from Ye Wanqing's arms.

"Yubao, I'm your uncle. Can you please come with me?"

After everyone left, only Ye Wanqing and Di Siheng were left in Sunset Cliff.

Looking at that handsome, evil, and extremely familiar face, Ye Wanqing showed a cold look for the first time.

In an instant, a ray of brilliant light appeared, and with a flash of her figure, the tip of Ningyu's fan was already on the man's neck.

"Tell me, who are you?!"

Di Siheng's eyes flickered slightly, but the warmth in his eyes was still as before, "Wanwan, I don't understand what you mean."

"Why, you're not going to admit it yet?"

The tip of the fan turned into a blade and moved a few inches closer to the inside.

In the past, Ye Wanqing might not have been able to sense it, but now that she has taken the magic medicine and the medicine soul grass, her soul has been reshaped, and her perception of the soul has become more and more sensitive.

Although the man in front of her looked exactly like Di Siheng, and even the exquisite heart in her body that originally belonged to Di Siheng could not sense anything unusual, she saw a tiny difference between the two people's souls.

Perhaps it can be said that the man in front of him is Di Siheng, but not entirely Di Siheng.

There was no regret or denial in "Di Siheng's" eyes, but there was something ambiguous in the look he gave Ye Wanqing's heart.

"Wanwan, even the Linglong Heart, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the Lords of the Demon Realm, recognizes me as its master. Why do you think I'm not Di Siheng?"

The Linglong Heart, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the Lords of the Demon Realm, can only be used by Ye Wanqing, a person with a special identity, except for the successive Demon Emperors. But now, the Linglong Heart no longer has any abnormalities towards him. In other words, he can also be the current Lord of the Demon Realm, Di Siheng.

"Di Siheng is Di Siheng. Even if there is only a slight difference, it is not him. Perhaps, I know who you are, Zhou Muye, the young master of the Zhou family."

Zhou Muye raised his eyebrows and instantly returned to his original appearance, but in an instant he also transformed into the appearance of "Emperor Siheng". The only difference was that there was an enchanting black mark on his forehead.

Ye Wanqing's usually calm expression was now filled with a rare hint of astonishment. "Evil thoughts?!"

Zhou Muye is actually Di Siheng's evil thoughts? !

No wonder I couldn’t sense it before my soul was tempered, no wonder my sister Di Sizhen couldn’t sense it, and no wonder the exquisite heart passed down from generation to generation by the demon clan couldn’t sense it either.

For the demons, especially the royal family of the demons, the demonic thoughts are another self, and are also the embodiment of most of their own power.

The same appearance, the same spiritual practice, the same aura, even the same soul.

Evil thoughts rarely transform into humans, and it is even rarer to see someone like Zhou Muye who is lucky enough to be reincarnated as a human being once in a thousand years.

Zhou Muye seemed satisfied with Ye Wanqing's reaction. His brows were more tender, and his gaze moved down little by little, from her tightly pursed lips to her slightly heaving shoulders, and finally landed on the strand of black hair blown by the night wind.

The hair was as soft as newly-bloomed silk from a silkworm. When it brushed against her neck, his fingertips lifted up almost instinctively.

"Wanwan, what do you think? I am Di Siheng, and Di Siheng is also me. Yubao is also your and my son. What Di Siheng did for you, I can do for you as well. Even your memories are our memories. Wanwan, my love for you is no less than his. Let's be together, okay?"

The moment her fingertips touched her hair, Ye Wanqing's eyes flickered slightly. When she met his gaze, which was like the depths of a cold pond yet surging with a scorching light, her delicate brows slightly frowned.

"Others may not recognize him, and Linglongxin may not understand him either, but Di Siheng is just Di Siheng. You and he are not the same person after all."